| Uncle Salty told me stories of a lonely
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| Baby with a lonely kind of life to lead
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| Her mammy was lusted, Daddy he was busted
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| They left her to be trusted 'til the orphan bleeds
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| But when she cried at night, no one came
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| And when she cried at night, went insane
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| Uncle Salty told me when she was just a baby
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| That she’d get by and maybe someday she’d see
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| But soon she found her mother’s love for all the others
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| The pushers and the shovers was the life to lead
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| But when she cried at night, no one came
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| And when she cried at night, went insane, ow!
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| Ooh, it’s a sunny day outside my window
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| Ooh, it’s a sunny day outside my window
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| Ooh, oh yeah
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| Ooh, oh yeah, yeah yeah
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| Now she’s doing any for money and a penny
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| A sailor with a penny or two or three
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| Hers is the cunning for men who come a-running
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| They all come for fun and it seems to me
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| That when she cried at night, no one came
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| And when she cried at night, went insane
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| Ooh, it’s a sunny day outside my window |